This was the end of the first concert.

When the curtain fell completely, Shen Yiran felt that his whole body was relaxed, he was quite satisfied with tonight's performance, and the four-hour singing, from beginning to end, did not make any major mistakes, which also added some confidence to his next four concerts.

Of course, being able to play so stably today, in addition to the relatively soft selection of songs, also has a lot to do with Shen Yiran's perennial vocal training, which is the biggest difference between professional singers and most grassroots singers.

For some people who have not studied systematically, although they have a very good voice, they rely purely on their voices, and they will lose their voices due to wear and tear of their vocal cords after singing a few songs.

After all, singing relies more on breath, and under the premise that the difficulty of the song is limited, vocal skills determine the life of a singer's voice.

Since it was getting late, and there was a second performance at the same time tomorrow, after saying goodbye to the air swing band, Shen Yiran and Xu Lingyi returned to their home in the Yinqiao Bay community.

As soon as he entered the door, before he could change into slippers after taking off his shoes, Shen Yiran rushed towards the sofa barefoot, and then collapsed on it.

"I'm tired, Lingyi, I'll never have a concert again!"

Lying on the armrest of the sofa, Shen Yiran let out a wail like a salted fish, but when he remembered that his mother had held thirty-two concerts in a row in the Red Pavilion before, he had to sigh and take back this slightly willful sentence:

"Alas, forget it, I must prepare more lines for the next concert, and then find a few more guest singers, by the way, I don't want to sing for four hours again!"

After speaking, Shen Yiran drooped his head and closed his eyes tiredly.

There is no way, who made him solemnly express himself in front of his mother when he was a child, and wanted to make music his life's work? If it weren't for this reason, maybe he could be like some rich boys, lying in bed and counting the money to play!

Thinking of this, Shen Yiran suddenly felt a shock all over his body, compared to the latter's relaxation, to be honest, he actually preferred his current life.

Seeing that her boyfriend complained like a child for a few seconds and then returned to normal, Xu Lingyi smiled, picked up the cold kettle on the table, and said as she walked towards the kitchen:

"Yiran, you take a break first, I'll make you some monk fruit tea, tomorrow there are a few folk songs I said let's stop singing, I paid attention to it during today's performance, and the audience doesn't seem to be very interested in that part..."

Hearing Xu Lingyi's words, a tangled look appeared on Shen Yiran's face, Wanling folk songs are characteristic ballads in the Xuanzhou region, and adapting folk songs in a modern style is also something he has been trying to do.

Indeed, unlike the music cards he draws from the game, because his own composition level is relatively limited, these works must not bring much appeal to the audience.

This is different from his previous adaptations of songs such as pompous and enough, make the storm more violent, these works have mature compositions, and he only made adjustments to the orchestration that are more suitable for his singing, and just that, works like pompous have taken him more than a week.

However, although the adaptation of Wanling folk songs is not very good, Shen Yiran still has no intention of adopting Xu Lingyi's opinion.

In his view, outstanding musicians must have a process of continuous learning and self-improvement, although there is a culture from another world, but the greatest significance of these works is not to make him famous or rich, but to improve his musical literacy and let him always maintain a learning mentality.

A musician is not just a singer who sings other people's works, lyrics, songs, mixing, recording, and compiling, only by mastering these five skills skillfully can he be regarded as a complete musician in the true sense.

"Ahh

Just when Shen Yiran was thinking about how to rearrange the Wanling folk song he sang today, suddenly, Xu Lingyi's exclamation came from the kitchen.

Hearing his girlfriend's voice, Shen Yiran stiffened up with a carp, jumped up from the sofa, came to the kitchen in three or two steps, looked at the girl's panicked expression, looked around and asked with concern:

"Lingyi, what's wrong, are you scared by something?"

Regarding her boyfriend's concern, Xu Lingyi shook her head again and again.

Seeing that there was nothing going on in the kitchen, Shen Yiran didn't ask any more, and after softly comforting him, he turned around and walked towards the living room.

"Flash..."

However, before he stepped out of the kitchen door, he heard Xu Lingyi stop him from behind him.

"What's wrong?"

Turning around, Shen Yiran smiled and asked curiously.

"Yiran, let me tell you something, you must stay calm..."

Hearing Xu Lingyi's advice, Shen Yiran nodded.

"That's right, Sister Xiaochu just sent me a message, take a look..."

While speaking, Xu Lingyi handed over the mobile phone with the screen in his hand.

Picked up the phone and glanced at the screen casually, when Shen Yiran saw the content displayed on the page, his face was a little gloomy, but then, the corners of his mouth rose, and he couldn't help laughing:

"Hahaha, Shen prostitution, hey, this name is too imaginative, Ling Yi, you said that I can guard myself like jade in front of a girlfriend like you, who is sinking into the fish and geese, and is ashamed of the moon until now, my brain is broken... Yes... It hurts, it hurts..."

Seeing that her boyfriend could still laugh at herself so invisibly after watching the news on her mobile phone, Xu Lingyi pouted angrily and smacked Shen Yiran's arm viciously like a little goldfish.

Yes, it's not a bite, although Shen Yiran is not in shape, Xu Lingyi still can't bear to really bite this nasty guy.

"Pretend, you just keep pretending!"

Letting go of her boyfriend's arm, Xu Lingyi gave the other party a pair of white eyes, then held her heart with both hands, and pretended to complain sourly:

"Shen Yiran, I can't imagine that you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, can actually do such a dirty deed, I am wrong about you, alas, since the matter has come to this, then I have no choice but to fulfill you, huh..."

"Hahaha..."

His girlfriend's drama-like accusation made Shen Yiran laugh out loud, and it wasn't until he had no strength to laugh that he said with a straight face:

"Lingyi, no, don't leave me, I'm wrong, give me a chance, it's a big deal for you to be big and she to be small, hahaha... Yes... Pain hurts pain !!"

After a long time, on the sofa in the living room, Shen Yiran pouted with an aggrieved face, while Xu Lingyi sat aside, her fingers constantly sliding on her boyfriend's chest:

"Yiran, you say, who is big and who is small?"

Swallowing his saliva, Shen Yiran forced out a little smile and said:

"You're big, you're not small..."

After saying that, he lowered his head and glanced at his arm, which still had a row of faint tooth marks...